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Waves of water caressing the rocks Washing over the sleepy pebbles While the warm sunshine of gloaming Kisses the clear waters of blessing The sun-kissed waters gently flow Beneath the massive boulders Bellowing in the caves Echoes the deep cry of the ocean Gentle mellow sunshine Hugging the cool glistening waters Playfully drawing vibrant designs Sparkling in tiny twinkling flickers My feet slosh in the water Leaving giant splashing ripples The white froth hugging my toes Clinging to my feet The sharp sting of the salty waters Flavour the crisp ocean air The damp sand of eternal footprints Laced by the foam of the ocean The chill ocean, serene and flowing Is jolted from its deep slumber The small quiet waves, fingers interlocked Charging down the horizon The crest of the mighty waves Only to crash into the massive boulders And shatter into a million droplets The calm sleepy ocean Basking in the evening glow The pink loving skies, fondly watching

Book : Great expectations Year : 1861 Author : Charles Dickens Synopsis : Pip, an orphan raised by his sister 'by hand' struggles to find himself amid the war outside and within Genre : Undefined Rating : ★★★★☆ Pip, a young orphan, finds himself under too many control territories, where he loses control of himself. While reeling under rejection and his induced sense of liability, he finds a warm kind-hearted companion in Joe, his sister's poor husband. The only comforts that Pip enjoys are his short yet lively chats with Joe and his gravy. His distinct way of calling his sister Mrs.Joe explains the master-slave relation they had, far away from an affectionate one. This book mainly discusses the internal conflicts we all have in the truest essence. Pip struggles to process and accept his surroundings and circumstances. He displays the traits of a whole flawed human being and sometimes makes us ponder whether we really are what we think we are. In the p

The moments when the bravehearts of Hindustan Throbbed with courage and passion for their motherland The minutes every Hindustani soul rose in pride At the ring of the words, "Bharat Mata ki Jai" The seconds when the eyes of every Hindustani Blazed in fury and rage The time when the blood of every soul Gushed through his veins and out And roared the name of Bharat loud and clear When the clear voices, once muffled Pierced sharply amid the British cacophony When the humble Danda Put the canons and rifles to shame When the roars of Hindustan Brought the British chaos to a standstill When the happy clinging of bangles in the hills Drowned and shattered in the thunder of firing cannons Mother Ganga, once pure and sacred Now washes over the banks in a deep tinge of sindhoor. The soil of petrichor, once dripping of dewy nectar Now soaked in the blood of her own children As Bharat Mata suffers in silence, a hapless mother Watching her children drop dea

The cool darkness embraces me And kisses the sleepy creatures good night The drowsy hum for crickets Melting the frosty crisp air I, adrift in the sleepy waves Beneath the hushed skies My dreams afloat high up above Hugging the tranquil clouds The chill twilight breeze Runs its soothing fingers through my hair The burbling stream trickling down the creek Washing over shiny pebbles buried in earth Eyes twinkling in sparkle beyond Soaking in the starry wonders The little sparks of silent beauty Whispering worldly secrets in my ears And wink in a glimmer of trickery The sweet melody of the nightingale Echoes through the chill air And gently drops me back to the waters While I leaped and soared in the heavenly heights While I drowned in the bliss of twilight The moon, fresh and white Like a dewy daffodil at twilight Flashing a dazzling smile on the waters The bliss of the peaceful hours enveloped in darkness.

I am sparkling stardust A shimmering spangle of colours Glimmering in the twilight sky I am the froth of the calm waves And the raging ripples of thunder I am one among the Vibrant solar washes of aurora Of cosmic brilliance and eternity I am the voice of a roaring lioness Standing on a boulder, head held high That bellows through the quaint hills And the hushed tranquil skies I am love, joy and hope I am chaos, confusion and anxiety I am warm sunshine and leisure I am bitter lightning and thunder I am a tree of loving warmth With caring arms to embrace I am the crest of the mighty waves That crash and shatter into several droplets I am the very pinnacle of the skies I am the very core of Mother Earth I am the magical note of music That leaves a tender twinge in your heart I am the tiny droplet of rain That mirrors the entire Universe I flush with bursts of energy And seldom remain lifeless For I am a poem, one that is incomplete Scrawling an